Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Czech Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.